Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry